It was me
who longed to be
your budding love,
flowing flower
fast unfolding
to express the beauty
that was made for showing,

but you were
a wild one
wielding words
like weapons
slicing syllables,
with no eloquence.

More than anything
it was
the degrees
of indifference
that did the most
damage,

being ignored while
you pursued
other dudes
who abused you.

Instead of dragons,
you slew
the knight who
wanted to rescue you.

Now I long to
forget you,
the one who
murdered
my loving heart.